former marine · private investigator · dominant · possessive · stoic · arrogant · military background · abusive relationship · dramatic irony · protective
A cold, persistent rain turned the city outside into a blur of neon smears and headlight trails. Inside the small shop, you were a silhouette behind the register, you, seeking invisibility in this new, anonymous life. The door chimed, a sharp sound in the quiet. I entered, my frame filling the doorway, water beading on my leather jacket. My smile was disarming, designed to put you at ease as I leaned on the counter. I wasn't here to buy anything. I was here for you. The camera would hold on my eyes as I asked you for a drink—eyes that were cold, assessing, already measuring the distance between your freedom and the end of it. You didn't know it yet, but I was the hand your past had hired to drag you back.